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Megumi fucking swears that maybe Gojo was right that he’s some sort of son of Hades and therefore shouldn’t go on an airplane because Zeus will zap him out of the sky or something when the person who sits down next to him, of all people, is Kamo Noritoshi.
Kamo Noritoshi is his colleague, working in the same sector as him, having almost completely matching schedules, pretty much working partners based on how much they have to work together. He doesn't hate Kamo Noritoshi, no, not really, just finds his existence an extreme inconvenience and nuisance, with his bland way of speaking, the tone of his voice somehow always titled with mild arrogance and a I am Right and Just tone.
Not to mention that guy’s weird as fuck, constantly issuing weird stares to Megumi, eyeing him for a long time before nodding thoughtfully and turning away, leaving Megumi in a state of what the fresh fuck was that?
Now he’s stuck on a business trip with Noribitch, a 21 hour flight all the way from Japan to Los Angeles. He had been looking forward to a peaceful plane ride, reading the ebooks he had downloaded in preparation, watching movies he had missed in the cinemas, and watching the sunrise on one face of the earth then set again on another.
Aha! What disastrous plans life has stored for him!
His displeasure is clear as day, but, neither is he trying to hide it, actually. Megumi can feel Noritoshi look over at him after he has slid his baggage under the seat in front of him, studies Megumi for a bit and meanwhile, Megumi wonders in his head if there’s a way to glare daggers at someone without really glaring daggers at someone.
“Fushiguro-san. You look uncomfortable. Afraid of heights?” Noritoshi says at last in that same painfully even tone. He could at least try to colour some form of concern into the way he speaks when he asks about Megumi’s well being.
The absolute nerve. The gall of this man to ask if he’s afraid of heights? Of all things? Lord have mercy, no, Megumi is not afraid of heights, just afraid that his restraint is going to snap and his colleague is going to lose an arm. “...no I-”
“Excuse me. You're in my seat.”
Both Noritoshi and Megumi turn their heads to the deep baritone voice that comes from above them and find a man standing in the aisle, dressed in a crisp button up shirt and neat pants, holding his boarding pass.
The first thing Megumi sees are his tattoos because holy shit, he never thought he’d like face tattoos but that looks so good, what the fuck, how--?. And then his eyes move downwards to thick pectorals that's pretty much going to bust the buttons on his shirt if the man so much as moves-- are those tattoos on his hands too? That's so hot. What the fuck?? To top it all off, the mystery man standing in the aisle had bright bubblegum pink hair, and for the most bizarre of reasons, it doesn’t even look bad, or out of place.
Megumi goes dizzy for a brief second because, wow, that’s a hot bod. Then his brain registers what the mystery man just said.
The stranger isn’t looking at him, however, but is looking at Noritoshi with an expectant gaze. Noritoshi’s eyebrow arches in question and reaches forward to pull out his boarding pass again.
“Your seat,” the man says, looking at Noritoshi’s boarding pass, “is 21N. This is 21M.”
Megumi peers over to find that indeed, Noritoshi is in the wrong seat and is supposed to be in the seat in front. Noritoshi looks over to him with furrowing eyes as if to say help me out. Megumi ignores the fireworks of giddy relief going off inside him to look back at Noritoshi and convey as much as he can with his eyes, you’re the one in the wrong seat, I can't help you. Better move for the waiting stranger.
Noritoshi huffs and grabs his bag at Megumi’s silence, uttering a small pardon to the pink-haired man who is still waiting (and there’s also a queue starting to form behind where his broader-than-fuck chest is blocking), and slides into N21 in front. Megumi watches him go, chewing on his lip to prevent himself from smiling too blatantly and his eyes flick up to the man.
The man looks down at him at the same time, assessing his new seat mate, they make eye contact, and the man looks a little longer before his lips quirk up a little at the side and he winks.
Megumi ducks down instantly, blinking furiously as he narrows his vision into his lap and nowhere else because, seriously? A little arrow of fire shoots up his spine and his face warms as the guy sits down into the empty airplane seat next to Megumi.
“Hey.” The man speaks to Megumi and Megumi jolts a little. He shoots the stranger a small smile.
“Hi.”
“You didn’t like that guy, did you?” The man asks, lowering his volume, playful glint in his eyes.
Megumi’s eyes widened a little. Was it obvious? But he nods slowly, looking sheepish.
The man laughs, “could tell,” then he settles into his seat a bit more before asking again, “what’s your name?”
Megumi tilts his head curiously at the question. He has never spoken more than a few sentences with anyone on the plane, much less exchange names.
“Fushiguro. Fushiguro Megumi.”
“Nice to meet you, Fushiguro Megumi. Im Ryomen Sukuna, pleased to be with you for the next 21 hours.” Sukuna grins at him. Megumi feels himself go hot and feverish again. A casual smile from (a really hot) stranger he just met really has no business affecting him that much. It's downright embarrassing. He huffs out a laugh in response to hide his mild panic, which seems to amuse Sukuna in turn.
“So,” Sukuna continues, jerking his head to the seat in front of them, “what’s with that guy?”
Megumi definitely didn’t get so dazzled by Sukuna that he forgot Noritoshi was there. “I'm on a business trip. He’s my colleague but he’s weird as fuck and I don't like him,” Megumi says bluntly. For a moment, a thought flashes through his head that maybe that was quite a mean thing to say about his companion to a stranger. Did that count as oversharing already? Megumi steels himself for the “oh he can't be that bad'' and an apology for being rude is already bubbling up his throat.
Instead, he is granted a chuckle from Sukuna as he nods understandingly, saying, “fair enough,” and Megumi relaxes at once.
“What about you? What are you going to LA for?” Megumi shoots his own question, finding Sukuna to be… easy to talk to.
“Pleasure.”
“What?” This man was travelling across the globe for sex?
Sukuna beams innocently at him. “I'm going to meet my cousin. He lives in LA. No company business whatsoever.”
Mentally, Megumi wants to hit himself for having such instantaneous dirty thinking towards Sukuna (although, let’s be real, with Mr Greek God sitting right next to him, it's a little hard not to), but based on that reaction, Megumi feels like he should be hitting Sukuna instead.
He does. Lightly. On the arm. And feels rock hard muscle underneath. And then draws his hand back and tries not to think.
Sukuna laughs under his breath again.
“You’re kinda cute, y’know? How old are you, anyways?”
Megumi feels his heart, for the lack of better term, trip over an invisible rock and stumble into the abyss that promptly wipes out his mind and thoughts and leaves him speechless for a full second and a half. More fiery arrows travel up the length of his spine. He works at full capacity to ignore it.
“I'm 25 this year.” He manages to get out, blinking a few times to try to regain himself.
Sukuna hums thoughtfully as he rifles through the seat pocket. “I'm 29,” he says.
Megumi can't help but think that’s hot too. He knows he has a slight thing for older men, but it isn’t as prominent in his sexuality as it is right now.
A small part of his now regained brain suggests Megumi snuggling into Sukuna’s muscular arms, curling up in his side or over his lap for the majority of the flight because he is-- he is really into the idea of being smaller than his significant other and being taken care of. It's a brief thought though, Megumi bats it away before it can manifest. Him and Sukuna probably wouldn’t speak any more than they already have. No need to make such fantasies, they wouldn’t come true.
“Cabin crew, doors will close in 15 minutes. Cabin crew, doors will close in 15 minutes.”
Their conversation thus comes to a stop, both of them settling into comfortable silence as they watch the last bit of passengers trickle in, dumping their bags in the overhead compartments and lowering into the remaining seats. A few carts are pushed from one aisle into the next, Megumi catches a glimpse of trays stacked with towels.
He likes flights, likes flying. Especially since Megumi doesn’t sleep easily, he often finds himself the only one awake in the dark plane when the plane flies through midnight in some country. It feels like he’s the only one in the universe. It's breathtaking and fun and there’s something about it that makes Megumi smile to himself in the dark, at peace with where he’s at amongst the stars and clouds.
Sukuna nudges him out of his thoughts, offering him a hot towel with a raised eyebrow. Megumi accepts it gratefully to warm his freezing hands, watching as Sukuna requests another for himself. He then eyes the way Megumi grips the towel, trying to absorb as much of its heat as he can before the air conditioning of the plane takes over and asks, “cold hands?”
Megumi exhales, “yep. It's awful.”
“I run hot. Wanna hold hands?” Sukuna says with a smirk, holding out his left hand in invitation while his right hand fondles with the towel.
Megumi knows damn well he’s being teased and that every one he knows in his life will tell him not to fall for such obvious flirtation, or that he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye at flirtation because apparently he is too dense.
Megumi proceeds to disappoint and/or stun everyone he knows in his life by grabbing the offered hand before he even thinks about it or how much he would regret it afterwards (he doesn’t).
Instantly, his hand, and his whole body, burns. In a good way. The moment he touched Sukuna’s hand, Sukuna's fingers closed over his, holding him with a warm, almost comforting grip. Sukuna didn't lie, he did run hot. Even in this freezer of an airplane, his skin is still toasty (and makes Megumi crave more).
Then it occurs to him what he just did and he looks up so fast he hears his neck crack a little. Sukuna seems to have gotten over the initial surprise quite quickly and was now simply holding his right hand over the seat divider, looking pleased with himself and the turn in events. He looks at Megumi and wiggles his brow.
“Is it good?” he teases and Megumi retracts his hand, blood pounding in his ears.
Why did he do that?
Sukuna coos at Megumi's embarrassment, “now, now. Don't be like that. I liked it too.”
Megumi feels small. Feels flustered, his heart forcefully thrown around his ribcage, feeling shocked at himself at how ballsy that was, and how much he did not hate it.
“Your hands are warm.” he murmurs, eyes downcast.
“And yours are cold.” A perfect match, no?
Megumi sneaks another glance to find Sukuna with that same satisfied expression and he can't help but exhale a laugh, shaking his head.
Their towels are discarded, collected by the cabin crew members that come round.
“Cabin crew, prepare for take off.”
--
They talk more after the plane takes off. Megumi learns that Sukuna is actually a neurologist, his cousin in LA is studying to be a nurse. “This is a rare time,” Sukuna says, “where I get a break from the hospital, so I decided to visit my brat of a cousin. He has a good heart, really, just failing his classes badly.”
Megumi shares that he and Noritoshi have to go to LA to attend a conference for their company in order to convince the LA headquarters about the plans the Japan office has. Sukuna makes a face hearing that, expressing that he could never sit an office job because it sounds so devastatingly dreary. Megumi tells him he is not wrong.
They’re both gay. Megumi broke up with his trash boyfriend 3 months ago and people are too scared of Sukuna’s tattoos to try to start a relationship with him. Megumi’s head goes racing at the fact that 1) holy fuck he’s single and 2) holy fuck how can anyone hate perfection? Would they blot out the sun?
Megumi is more comfortable with Sukuna than he is with the people he has known for more than half his life. He doesn’t really know why. Sukuna responds easily to his words, exchanges his own experiences, makes small witty comments every now and then, and inserts small bits of flirtation that will render Megumi speechless while his brain reboots. He’s at ease, and based on the way Sukuna will continue the conversation or prompt new topics, he thinks Sukuna likes this banter too.
Their flight is an evening flight, at 7pm. The food cart rolls around about 45 minutes after they’ve taken off. Sukuna chooses the beef dish, Megumi takes the fish. He learns that Sukuna is allergic to peanuts and offers to exchange his peanut mochi for his own red velvet cake. Sukuna takes him up on his offer with a happy smile and Megumi smiles too. They flip through the available movies together, Sukuna likes horror while Megumi likes action, but Sukuna doesn’t watch movies much on planes because he likes to wholly soak up the feeling of being in a plane rather than keep his eyes glued to a small screen.
Megumi’s got a feeling he isn’t going to be watching much movies either.
Sukuna’s voice is deep and calming and Megumi is more and more drawn to it with each passing minute. He’s never been so attracted to anyone before. Every conversation they have makes Megumi want more, talk more, know more about the man beside him. Sukuna smiles easily, making Megumi feel like they’re the only two that matter on this plane.
The food cart comes around again to offer drinks, a wide variety of teas and alcohols and other drinks. Sukuna takes a flute of champagne, to Megumi’s surprise, and Megumi takes a cup of tea.
“What’s there to celebrate?” Megumi asks, gesturing to the champagne while stirring his steaming black tea.
Sukuna shrugs, “I'm sitting next to a pretty boy on a plane to LA and I am very happy about it, so, of course there are things to celebrate.”
Megumi knows he’s slightly pink based on the way Sukuna winks at him, but he laughs shyly and raises his tea cup carefully in return, clinking it against his champagne glass.
--
They both finish their drinks soon after that and cabin crew members start coming around to collect the trays. Sukuna leaves for the bathroom and Megumi finds himself wishing Sukuna could come back soon because he feels cold, then blinks at himself in shock because he sounds so clingy. But it isn’t really his fault, they just spent two hours sitting devastatingly close to each other, arms pressed up together, and more than once, Sukuna has taken up his hand, rubbing it for a bit before dropping it.
“What are you doing to my hand?” he asked once.
“Warming it.” Sukuna replies with the same flirty smirk he had the first time they held hands and Megumi has nothing to say in return.
They talk a little bit more when Sukuna comes back, then fall into comfortable silence. At some point, he reaches to take Megumi’s hand again and Megumi doesn’t flinch, allowing it. This is a thing between them now, small and warm and special.
The lights in the plane dim and switch off eventually as its passengers fall asleep one by one. Megumi stays awake, right hand now intertwined with Sukuna’s fingers while his left hand props his chin up as he stares out the window.
It's dark out, of course it is, it's night after all. There isn’t much to see besides an endless horizon of night and some clouds. Sukuna is asleep too, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. Megumi carefully untangles their hands to grab his earpieces (mourning the loss only a little bit), connecting them to his phone then resuming his position to stare out the window while his mind wanders with the music.
Distantly, he knows his ankles are cold where they are very fashionably left uncovered (he’s wearing nice ankle pants and a comfy dark blue sweatshirt), but otherwise, he’s warm and… really happy. There’s no denying it, he quite likes Sukuna. He almost doesn’t want to sleep so that he can be awake when Sukuna wakes up and falls asleep again. Even right now, he’s content with the fact he’s sat so close to Sukuna. They aren’t even halfway through the flight too, it's been 5 out of 21 hours at most, the time they have together still seems so long, the time to part so far away, it makes him pleased.
He wonders how it’d feel to kiss Sukuna.
As Megumi dazes, he slips in and out of consciousness, sleeping in little bite-sized chunks, never more. It’s hard to sleep even when he’s at home, it isn’t any better on the plane.
About 2 hours later, his little micro sleeping phases are over and he’s back to staring into nothingness, now accompanied by the phantom touch of unprompted nostalgia as his state of mind plunges deeper.
This time, however, the plane flies over a brightly lit city and Megumi peers out to see glittering lights over the land. How fascinating. It's a pretty sight. The urge to turn to tell Sukuna about it wells up in him before he remembers Sukuna's asleep. Sukuna’s hand is where Megumi left it just now, palm up on the space below the seat divider, as if waiting for Megumi's hand to return to it. Megumi holds in again, missing the contact.
Megumi doesn’t know how much time has passed before Sukuna shifts beside him, rousing out of his sleep. He says nothing, afraid to break the silence, watching Sukuna sit up straight and startle when he notices his hand still holding Megumi’s. Megumi shakes his hand out to return Sukuna’s hand freedom, startling Sukuna again, but Sukuna smiles when he sees Megumi awake and eyes on him.
The hard lines of muscle on Sukuna’s biceps become more prominent when he stretches and Megumi appreciatively helps himself to the view, still not saying anything.
Sukuna, now just barely awake, looks back over and tilts his head curiously, “not sleeping?”
“Nah. Don't wanna.”
He seems to deem that a reasonable answer, and reaches to tug Megumi into his side, drowsily dropping a whisper of a kiss onto his hairline, and Megumi's brain, which is equally fuzzy and soft, sees no problem with it.
Sukuna examines the space between them for a moment before pushing up the arm rest and then opening his arms to invite Megumi to cuddle over. Megumi immediately makes use of the new space to burrow into Sukuna’s side while bringing his legs up and tucking them into his chest. Sukuna’s arms wind around him easily, and it was only at this moment that Megumi realised more parts of him besides his ankle were cold.
They’re crossing into new territory here, but it feels completely right as they fit together perfectly. Since the moment Sukuna made eye contact with him during the switching of seats, they had been under this flirtatious spell that’s fun and bright and neither of them stop the other as they continue to cautiously push past boundaries. Though right now, they’re energy levels are down, and Megumi could almost describe this feeling as… oddly homely.
He tucks his face into Sukuna’s neck and inhales. It smells… nice? Earthy and fresh. Unfamiliar, that’s for sure, but Megumi can feel himself getting hazier as he breathes in Sukuna’s scent.
“What’re you up to, princess?” Sukuna’s voice rumbles and Megumi can see his adam's apple moving as he speaks.
“You’re comfy.”
“But why, thank you.”
Megumi makes a noise akin to a purr, closing his eyes, not sleeping but simply letting himself sink into the feeling of safety.
Sukuna’s hand starts carding through Megumi’s hair, combing out the mattness at the back after it had been pressed to the seat for so long. He hums appreciatively (Megumi is self aware, he knows his hair is softer than silk) and Megumi arches into the touch, drawing out a small huff from Sukuna.
“You're so cute, how the fuck,” Sukuna says softly, as if talking to himself.
“Sleep well?” Megumi asks, eyes still closed.
Sukuna hums in agreement, Megumi feels the rumbles of his chest, and then the feather touch of Sukuna’s lips on his forehead again, this time a bit more insistent.
A whine crawls its way out of Megumi's throat, “again,” he insists, angling his face up. Should it be day time, or any other time, Megumi would rather spend a day worshipping Gojo than be so openly needy and vulnerable with another person. But Sukuna, with his intoxicating eyes and voice, chuckles and does as megumi says, kissing his forehead, then his eyebrow, then his cheekbone. Each kiss is tender, fragile.
Megumi is convinced he’s floating. Neither he or Sukuna questions it or says anything else, simply existing peacefully together in the quietness of the plane cabin, no one else awake but them, occasionally pressing kisses to each other’s skin, nothing more.
Megumi doesn’t remember when he fell asleep, still tucked into Sukuna.
--
He is shaken awake later and a cup of water pressed into his hands.
“Drink,” Sukuna's voice pierced through the fog of his mind, “you didn’t drink any water through the night.”
Megumi’s heart warms at Sukuna’s concern for him and drinks the water obediently, feeling the honestly freezing cold water run down his throat and effectively wake him up. Sukuna takes the cup from his hands when he’s done to put with his own empty cup in the cup holder.
“Hi,” Megumi says, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, “sorry for pressing onto you for so long.”
“I'd never mind having a pretty boy asleep on my shoulder.”
It’s too early for this, Megumi thinks. Despite what Sukuna said, Megumi still feels guilty as he watches Sukuna roll out his shoulder and adjust his body. Based on the way he slept so soundly, Sukuna probably didn’t move at all the whole time and Megumi feels another wave of guilt creeping up.
“Sorry,” he says, frowning.
Sukuna pauses his motions. “If you’re really sorry then… gimme a kiss,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Megumi, who is a lot more awake and clear than he was a few hours ago, flushes. But he seemingly isnt awake and clear enough, because without second thought, he grabs Sukuna’s forearm as leverage to push himself up and peck Sukuna’s cheek.
Then, without warning, Sukuna cups his face and pulls him into a proper kiss. He kisses deep but soft, suckling gently, capturing Megumi's lips again when he tries to pull back, licking at them until Megumi parts his lips and then licks into his mouth.
The aircraft is still dark, no one can see them that clearly. Megumi is thankful. He is on fire, explosions going off inside him. He doesn’t try to push Sukuna away, only freezing a bit before returning the kiss sloppily, as best as he can while his brain goes into emergency gay panic mode.
Sukuna is kissing him.
Sukuna is kissing him and it feels so good.
Megumi gasps as they part, blushing and wide eyed. His lips are shiny with spit and so are Sukuna’s. I want more.
Sukuna looks smug at Megumi's reaction. “Apology accepted.”
Megumi spends a while not being able to look at the other or say anything, mind still blank and reeling, and neither does Sukuna try to initiate anything.
About an hour more passes and dawn slowly starts to break. Megumi looks out the window again, admiring the yellows and pinks and oranges of the sunrise reflecting off stray white clouds. He doesn’t say it out loud but the hints of pink reminds him of Sukuna’s peachy hair.
Speaking of which, he stops ignoring Sukuna in favour of tugging his sleeve to get his attention to watch the pretty sunrise with him.
Sukuna brightens at the action and goes back to his touchy self, wrapping an arm around Megumi's waist and pulling him closer. The armrest between them is still pushed up and Megumi slides across the seat easily, angling their bodies to face the window.
“I'm sorry if I surprised you,” Sukuna says after a while into the back of Megumi’s head, “I thought you were mad at me.”
Megumi is quiet for a moment before relenting, turning around and kissing the corner of Sukuna’s mouth. “Surprised, yes. Not mad. I liked it.”
Sukuna lets out a breath of relief and tucks his face into the crook of Megumi’s neck. Megumi lets his head drop backwards, feels prickles of something dance across his skin and down his arms when Sukuna kisses his neck chastely and they watch the sunrise together through the dirty window of the airplane.
--
So, now there’s this.
About 10 hours ago, Megumi was gearing himself up to go on possibly the worst flight ever, with the worst person, to do an-honestly-not-so-bad-but-he’s-in-an-english-speaking-country-so-it’s-pretty-bad job.
Now, cabin crew members walk around again to deliver breakfast trays and Megumi allows himself to make flirty banter with the hotter-than-hell man beside him who presses kiss to Megumi’s cheek unprompted, teasing and easily bouncing back the conversation, and Megumi is having the most fun he’s ever had in his life.
After breakfast, Sukuna politely asks for permission to kiss Megumi on the mouth again and Megumi agrees a little too quickly. They kiss for a while longer this time, Sukuna pressing into Megumi’s space and Megumi hanging helplessly onto Sukuna’s arm, a little softer, letting heat build.
Noritoshi turns back at some point, trying to talk to Megumi but Sukuna glares at him coldly, daring him with his eyes to say anything, and Noritoshi turns back in front in fear of incurring Sukuna’s wrath. Megumi grins, “I should keep you around just so you can keep doing that for me.”
“You’d keep me around only to use me? And I thought we had something.”
“Bummer.”
They never push the armrest between them back down. They share Megumi’s earpieces, entertaining themselves with each other’s music and podcast taste until lunch rolls around. Megumi can't deny he felt incredibly soft when he found out Sukuna liked musicals, of all things. That was so unexpectedly cute.
Meanwhile, Sukuna pokes fun at him for having an emo playlist until Megumi grabs his phone and exposes him for having a sex playlist. It made a rush of hot arousal shoot through Megumi, actually, but he would rather not accidentally pop a boner in this very cramped airplane seat, thank you very much.
They both get up to loiter around the toilet area for a while, stretching out their legs. Standing up straight, Megumi notes with immense pleasure that he’s taller than Sukuna, even if it is just by a few centimeters. Sukuna frowns at this realisation and tugs Megumi down to kiss him fiercely instead until Megumi's legs turn to jelly and he has to grip a nearby bar to maintain upright.
A nearby lady who witnessed the whole thing looks horrified and flustered. Megumi feels a little embarrassed when Sukuna releases him. Sukuna proudly holds Megumi close by the waist without a hint of shame.
The airplane announcement system announces a slight turbulence and Sukuna wobbles them back to their seats by once again interlinked hands. Noritoshi does not dare to look back and does not disturb them anymore.
“Are you a gorilla enclosure?” Sukuna asks.
“Excuse me?”
“‘Cuz I wanna drop a baby in you.”
Megumi swats him extra hard on the arm for that one, completely ignoring the sexual innuendo, of course. (He is pink at the tip of his ears.)
The view outside turns dark again, indicating nightfall, and Megumi has a sinking feeling as he realises that they are reaching their destination soon. They are scheduled to reach LA at about 12am, or a little past midnight.
Sukuna is definitely aware of this as well. This bubble of unexpected warmth and affection is about to pop soon and there’s now a strand of unspoken tension between them at the knowledge of this. But they cover it up smoothly together, with more lingering touches, deeper kisses, longer periods of silence where they soak up as much of each other as they can before they inevitably part.
A drink cart comes round again, Sukuna asks for champagne, and this time, Megumi asks for champagne as well, relishing the surprised look on Sukuna’s face. This might also be the last time I see that look on your face.
“What's the celebration this time?” Sukuna asks with a smirk.
Megumi arches a brow, then lifts the glass in Sukuna’s direction. “Meeting you, a safe flight, but mostly meeting you.”
Sukuna draws a breath, blinking at Megumi, then his eyelids drop and his eyes go so unbearably soft that the Megumi of 15 hours ago would have looked away, but this Megumi steels himself and holds his gaze, trying to convey his own feelings. Thank you for being my seat mate. Even if we maintained contact after this, the feelings I felt in these 20 hours are irreplaceable. No one but you, right here, right now, will be able to make me feel so free, so loved, so happy, ever again. No one but you. There is no one like you, nothing like this.
So let us celebrate, celebrate this love that has blossomed like a lovely flower in spring, celebrate what we have together, celebrate every touch and memory that has been imprinted into my skin and head.
The glasses collide, clink, and they celebrate with kisses that taste bubbly and bittersweet.
--
“Cabin crew, prepare for landing.”
Night has fallen fully, it's cold once again.
Megumi presses himself impossibly close to Sukuna’s side, leeching onto his warmth. He feels a bit like he’s returning to earth, returning to reality and it makes him sick in the stomach. The time spent with Sukuna might as well have been his ascension to heaven. Sure felt like it, at least.
Sukuna, ever the gentleman, drops kisses onto the top of Megumi's head, with the same softness he had the first time, after waking up and finding his hand still holding Megumi’s. He whispers quiet reassurance, soothing Megumi's illogical nerves.
Time passes, whether or not Megumi or Sukuna wants it to.
The plane declines steadily (props to the excellent pilot), then comes to its usual stuttering halt as it hits land.
“Good evening passengers, this is your pilot speaking. We have landed in Los Angeles, it is currently 12.39am. The temperature outside is about 19 degrees Celsius and there is a 70% chance of rain at 6am in the morning.”
Megumi’s heart is being slowly torn from his chest with each word the pilot says, with every passenger that starts to unbuckle their seatbelt and reach for the overhead compartments. Sukuna is holding him tightly, rubbing his thumb in circles over the top of Megumi’s hand. Megumi knows he has to let go sooner or later.
The seatbelt signs turn off properly with a ding!, everyone stands up, including Noritoshi in front of them, who still dares not to turn back, thankfully.
They follow suit, reluctantly releasing each other and getting up too. Sukuna helps Megumi take his bag, hands it over to him before getting his own.
“Give me your phone,” Sukuna says, holding his hand out. Megumi gives it trustingly, without question. From the corner of his eye, he knows Noritoshi is watching them with a weird look on his face.
Sukuna hands his phone back after fiddling with it for a moment. Megumi doesn’t need to check to know that he has a new contact added to his phone. The tension soothes a little, but really only a little.
The passengers stop jostling around as they stand in messy lines, bags in hand waiting for the doors to open.
Oh. What if this is the last time he ever sees Sukuna? Will it be?
Megumi kinda feels like crying. He watches Sukuna shoot a nasty glare in Noritoshi’s direction and Noritoshi turns to face the front obediently. Megumi exhales a shaky laugh at his coworker’s unspoken fear, but it does nothing to calm his own rising anxiousness.
His breath catches when Sukuna turns his attention to him and tugs him closer by the arm until their foreheads touch, air mingling between them. Megumi blushes at the amount of people he knows are watching them but Sukuna pays them no mind. “Hey,” he even says when Megumi shifts his eyes away, “look at me.”
Megumi glances back into the reddish eyes he's gotten so familiar looking into and he fears he’ll never experience this level of raw intimacy ever again.
“I am not saying goodbye to you.” Sukuna mutters, loud enough for Megumi to hear.
“What?” Megumi's eyes flash with hurt and Sukuna brings up a hand to cup his face steadily, never breaking their eye contact.
“I want to see you again, take you out on a proper date if- if you’ll allow me.”
Megumi isn’t breathing correctly, he’s pretty sure. “Yes, obviously- what the fuck- yes please, I would like that.”
Sukuna releases a breath of relief, kisses him in return, all desperation and adoration overflowing.
“I have fallen for you, Fushiguro Megumi. You are an adorable wonder to my world. I will not say goodbye to you, ever.”
“You too, Ryomen Sukuna. I like you too.”
The doors open, the passengers start moving out. Megumi needs to leave with Noritoshi, needs to return to his job, return to being stone cold serious Megumi. He kisses Sukuna one last time, tangling his hand with the hand that fell from his cheek to his neck. They laugh shakily when they part, for no reason at all.
“I’ll see you again then, princess.”
“Mn. See you.”
Noritoshi starts walking, Megumi takes a breath and follows him out.
The thought of Sukuna watching him, thinking about him, the thought of Sukuna, keeps him warm all the way down and past his bare ankles and makes him smile secretly. His heart burns, of course it does, but at the same time, the ghost of warm hand covers it and he knows he’s safe.
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hey princess. when do you get off work tomorrow?